To Breathe Again

Chapter 48 - The Calm Before the Storm

Sammy's POV

Another week. I can't take this any more. I feel like I can barely breath. Grant is pissed at everything and everyone. Trent has buried himself in his office day and night hyped up on coffee and power drinks to keep going. Both have refused to sleep thinking that if she wasn't safe, they weren't going to allow themselves to feel good. Hell, I think I'm right there with them. I need my Angel. I don't even want to touch a book or a game. Nothing looks appealing. I've asked for time off from classes. My dean was nice enough to understand and has given me leave. So now all I do all day is remember my angel.

FLASHBACK

"I love this thing." Angel says as she stretches her arms to the sky. She reached back onto the ledge, grabbing her glass and sips a bit of her wine, ensuring she doesn't spill any into the hot tub. I'm not really doing anything but drinking my beer and looking at her. I love watching her talk. She was telling me about one of the books she just finished reading. As she spoke, her eyes were everywhere and she was beautifully animated.

After a while, I couldn't take it anymore. I moved towards her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She gripped my arms and slid into my lap near the center of the tub. Our cores brushed against one another causing us both to shudder and a groan fell from my lips as blood rushed to my cock. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. "Angel, tell me your favorite scene from any of your books." She knew exactly what I was asking and based on the look in her eyes, watching my own, she knew I wasn't going to let it go. She turned a deep shade of red and turned her face away from me. I knew that whatever it was, she was embarrassed but I want to take her there. I want to give her what she's afraid to ask for, afraid to release from fantasy and allow to become reality. I growled and slowly pulled her face back to my own. I asked her again, "Angel, what is your favorite scene from any book you've read?"

She took a deep breath and then spoke. "Um, well, I thought about this one scene a lot. It's so exciting because it's so risky. The guy in the story is very dominant and the girl has been through a lot. He's become her dom and he's teaching her how to be a proper sub. He's required her to only wear skirts for easy access and has placed a collar around her neck. The collar is subtle but anyone in the community knows the symbol. So, um, he took her to a restaurant that he owned. The tables had tablecloths and they sat together in a curved booth. He, um, he slid his hands into her skirt and made her cum, then lifted her onto his lap at the restaurant and had sex with her by pushing up from underneath her until they both came again, all in public."

Her face was so red and she refused to look at me. I kissed her lips. "Thank you for telling me baby. That sounds really hot." I smiled at her and she relaxed and smiled back at me. Now that I had my fuel, time to light the fire.

A few days passed and I told the guys what I was doing. They loved the idea and helped to set it all up. We didn't own a restaurant, but Grant helped to build a few and was close with the owners. Not to mention, Trent's connections as well. We found the perfect place and set our plan into motion. Rather than only one dom, she was going to have three tonight.

We pulled up to the cabin and I phoned Angel to tell her I was there. I had asked her to go on a date with me earlier in the day. She stepped out of the house in a hot red dress. It was flowy and about knee length so perfect for what we planned. Of course, I bought it for today and had it laying on her bed when she got home. "Fuck." I heard Grant say from the back seat and I laughed.

"Enjoying the view brother?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah we are." Trent replied.

"Too bad that lil thing'll be torn to shreds when we get home tanight." Grant chimed in. We all chuckled.